Quick Transmigration: What's Wrong with the Yandere Male Lead? It's So Good!

While Jiang Rangrang waited for the bathwater, she remarked to 888, "[It seems like a cloudy day today; it's terribly dark outside.]"

[Yes, cloudy.]

Jiang Rangrang was taking a bath in her room, washing away the drool from half of her body.

Over there, Xiao Huaiyan's former teacher, now the Crown Prince's tutor, was killed by Wu Hui's sword.

This Grand Tutor, on the surface, had no relation to any of the princes and was not from the capital, but his true identity was the fourth prince's maternal uncle.

The fourth prince's mother was the tutor's younger sister, who had been given away by her parents. He was already ten years old at the time, and he remembered his sister's features. Later, they were unexpectedly reunited.

Then he became the tool to clear obstacles for his nephew, the fourth prince, to ascend the throne, and Xiao Huaiyan was the biggest obstacle.

Therefore, he framed his own student, the then Crown Prince, causing Xiao Huaiyan to be smeared with disgrace.

Then came a series of accusations: the person in charge of the job had problems, someone who didn't know the person complained to the emperor that he had forced a respectable woman, and someone who said he had committed murder in the street.

Many people had never seen the capital city so bustling. In just a few days, Xiao Huaiyan, at such a young age, "committed all sorts of evil deeds".

Emperor Zhaoming immediately deposed him from his position as crown prince and left him to fend for himself in the cold palace.

He then found a pretext to exile the Duke of Dingguo's mansion, which was also the maternal family of the deceased empress and the Crown Prince's maternal family.

No misunderstanding, he's her biological son. She just thinks her son is too outstanding and is afraid he won't want to be the crown prince anymore and will try to seize the throne for her.

After all, he's still quite young.

Therefore, only those who have wronged you truly know how wronged you are.

Being excellent can sometimes be a mistake; not being envied is a sign of mediocrity.

But how many people can withstand the sudden and overwhelming attack? They don't give you a chance to catch your breath before trampling you into the mud.

Sixteen-year-old Xiao Huaiyan survived, but the price was that he became cruel, self-centered, paranoid, and indifferent to everything in the world.

The Grand Tutor, the Vice Minister of Revenue, the Minister of the Court of Judicial Review, the Marquis of Yong'an, and a few other insignificant figures.

Everyone who had participated in framing Xiao Huaiyan died on the same night in the same way.

Jiang Rangrang, who had been suffering from insomnia after sleeping all afternoon, was now fast asleep, and the cleanup operation was still ongoing.

For many, this night was destined to be a sleepless one.

Because many people discovered that their patriarch had run into trouble, they rushed to the Dali Temple to report the case overnight. As a result, the Dali Temple Minister also ran into trouble and died in the same way as his patriarch.

Almost every family involved in the incident was in a state of panic, and the dead were all heads of families who were completely bewildered.

Many families, after being awakened by the crying and shouting, sent people to inquire, and those who knew the inside story silently shook their heads and sighed, "Why bother?"

Since you know he's an exceptional individual, why bother? Either crush him in one fell swoop or make him obediently pledge allegiance...

In such a major case, the deputy of the Dali Temple went straight to the palace gate, explained the situation, and was then taken into the palace.

Then the old emperor couldn't fall asleep again...

The next day, the imperial court was as quiet as a graveyard.

In the end, no one dared to say that these things might have been done by the deposed crown prince in the cold palace, not even the old emperor dared to mention it.

Among the officials, Xiao Huaiyan's men were secretly pleased, while those with a clear conscience kept their eyes down and their minds at ease.

As for the guilty, aren't they all dead already?

And what was the mastermind behind the massacre of dozens of people in one night doing? Watching Jiang Rangrang sleep.

Sunlight streamed into the room through the carved window, the bed curtains were half open and half drawn up, and Jiang Rangrang was fast asleep in the fluffy bedding.

She slept soundly after taking a bath last night, her limbs stretched out, and her smooth, black hair spread out on the pillow.

Her face flushed slightly from the warmth, her long, thick eyelashes cast shadows under her eyes, and her breathing was even and deep, completely unaware that someone was sitting by the bed.

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It didn't dare to make a sound, afraid that reminding its host would frighten it.

Xiao Huaiyan arrived early in the morning and sat quietly on a low stool by the bed, his elbows resting on the edge of the bed, his palms supporting his face, his bright black eyes fixed on her face.

His eyes were full of tenderness, and his gaze slid gently over her eyebrows, the tip of her nose, her hair, and the corners of her lips.

He watched for an hour, while Jiang Rangrang had just woken up.

Her eyelashes fluttered, and she lifted her thin eyelids, revealing amber pupils that were watery and confused.

As soon as her gaze focused, it met a pair of eyes that were looking down at her intently.

Xiao Huaiyan stood guard by her bedside, his gaze intense and piercing.

"what!"

Jiang Rangrang: "..."

She was startled, cried out in alarm, and scrambled to cover herself with the blanket and shrink into the bed.

Her eyes were filled with fear and anxiety, and her fingertips were tightly gripping the blanket.

Xiao Huaiyan realized he had frightened her, but he didn't do anything immediately; he just continued to stare at her.

A light red bodice, slender white arms, and a delicate neck still bearing the marks he left yesterday.

His eyes grew even deeper. Did she even realize how irresistible she looked?

Clearly, his sweetheart was unaware.

His long arm reached out and firmly gripped her ankle, pulling her to the bedside amidst her gasp.

Then, without the slightest hesitation, he kissed her passionately.

Jiang Rangrang: "..."

So you've been putting on a pitiful act all night, crying and hiccuping, and you've been putting up with it all night?

Jiang Rangrang was trapped between him and the bedding, and what was originally feigned panic was mixed with a bit of genuine helplessness.

"I...I'm hungry..."

When he finally opened her mouth and moved to another place to plant strawberries, Jiang Rangrang quickly said.

Xiao Huaiyan paused, looking down at her, and remained motionless for about a minute.

Jiang Rangrang was like a prisoner about to be beheaded, watching the executioner brandish his broadsword, hesitating to make his move.

How torturous!

His reason and desire clashed again, with reason prevailing once more. He felt that the fact that she was starving was the more serious issue.

This is rare, because in the past he always prioritized his own needs.

As Jiang Rangrang tried to find the clothes she had taken off, Xiao Huaiyan spoke up: "Put on new clothes."

"Your Highness, I have no new clothes."

Xiao Huaiyan glanced at her, and she swore that he looked at her like she was an idiot.

"Open the wardrobe."

Jiang Rangrang: "..."

She picked out a pale yellow dress from a row of skirts and put it on beautifully. Then, she was troubled by her long hair – she didn't know how to comb it!

How about I try doing double buns?

That doesn't match her ethereal dress at all.

ah~

"come over."

Jiang Rangrang was surprised, but outwardly she obediently sat down.

Then he styled her hair into a fairy bun and carefully matched it with jewelry.

Jiang Rangrang was genuinely surprised; he really knew how.

Lai Fu: Speak up for me!

My master practiced on my hair several times this morning, and pulled out several strands of my hair.

"Let's go eat."

Jiang Rangrang looked at the palm extended to her and placed her small hand on it.